Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Mo Play In G.A., artist - Pastor Troy. Album song We Ready I Declare War, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: MADD Society
Song language: English
No Mo Play In G.A. |
No Limit Studios |
yea, yea, yea, can I speak to P? |
P ain’y here |
Hey yo, tell him that Pastor Troy and them Down South |
Georgia Boys said since everybody thank they soldiers then what’s up we’ll |
Go to war |
Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha |
Wha, Wha, Wha, (Gunfire) Wha, Wha, Wha, Wha |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
What’s up, Big mouth, Big talk, Big game |
Teacher’s pet, takin' aim, pop the Tech, takin' aim |
Plenty range, plenty shot |
Plenty change, plenty Glock |
Pack the heat and I’ma keep em' hot |
And I’ma take my stress right off the top |
Cuz I’m not, nothing like |
Anyone, once on the mic |
Wish you might, show ya right |
Have ya’ll thinking I’m Barry White |
In the night, pack em' tight, c all a fight, T.K.O |
We got mo', you ain’t know, numero, uno |
Keep a O we burnin slow, we optimo, y’all swisher sweets |
And don’t compete, I’m too unique, sit back be quiet when the Pastor preach |
I made the beat, you beat your meat, yeah punk you touch yourself |
It be Pastor Troy, D.S.G.B, represent until my death |
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it ain’t no fear |
You can talk that in my ear, but it ain’t shit, 'til you come down here |
And anyone else, that want us, you can trust, it ain’t no fear |
You can talk that in my ear, but it ain’t shit, 'til you come down here |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Fake real, fake soul, sold this, sold that |
Story grew old, old 'vo's, old lac |
But I’m back, verse two, and you, know me |
Ain’t no, owe me, you die, slowly |
Holy, Bible, assault, rifle |
Thou shalt, not kill, unless they make you feel |
Like they, superior, naw brah, who you wit' |
D.S.G.B. |
my clique, all the money that we can get |
In the mint, gone and pick, I’m like Vick, Vapor Rub |
Pinch a nick up out your dubb, who the fuck you think I was |
Enough of, talkin', talkin', what’s up |
Is we, actin up, you best, be backin up |
Rember, re-up, red mouth, straighten me |
All these niggas be hatin me, because we keep all the D |
O-P, add a E, O.P.P. |
we ain’t down |
None of my folks don’t fuck around, quick to spit every round |
Come on clown, you so bad, you so raw, you so mean |
In the car, looking mean, all you see, is the green |
I’m the king, of the thrown, still shown, every song |
Punks due to not live too long, Pastor Troy and now it’s on |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
What say the fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
I make the ghetto my lobby, make they habit my hobby |
Bought a little Arm & Hammer, cook it, then sell the copy |
Got me watchin for coppers, all I want is to prosper |
Niggas climbing with me, don’t know they claimin they «G» |
So bump this beat cuz it’s real, just change your air change the station |
Watch the story bout hatin', then another bout bassin' |
I’m takin' riches to get it, but now I’m sick of this shit |
So with these last couple of dollars, we gone flip it legit |
I bought this beat machine, bout big as a calculator |
Who would have ever dreamed we hit the studio later |
Its like I owe them bassers, for making me take this serious |
Wasn’t for the struggle cuz, you would not be hearin' this |
In the mist I’m frisked bout three times a day |
What I’m doing down here, nigga this where I stay |
I just pray, that I relay, the message to some |
And let them know, goddamn, ain’t no more play where I’m from |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Ain’t no more play in GA (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
My nigga fuck what ya say (We Ready!) |
Now shit’s real |